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8/5/12 A Much Needed Adult Night Out

It doesn’t happen often. As a matter of fact, the last time I went out for an adult evening with friends was 4 months ago, but last night was another one of those rare occasions when a friend invited me over for a dinner party in his arboretum. At first I declined, but my dear friend would not back down. My responsibilities are overwhelming for me but, finally, I agreed, and my brain quickly shifted into, “Who will I get to watch my son?” and “How will I get all of my baking done?”

Sometimes going out is more work than it’s worth, but over the summer I have tried to teach my 12-year-old independence and responsibility by allowing him to stay home alone during the day but I had yet to leave him alone at night.

Before I left for the party, I tried to get as much baking done as possible, and I decided to leave my son in the care of my wonderful dog, Midnight. My son assured me he would be alright, and Midnight gave me a “tail wag” of assurance. So, I left feeling content and at ease.

On the way, I picked up a friend and when we arrived at the party, it was an awe-inspiring moment. Everything was beautiful. There were white linen tables in the midst of lemon trees, orange trees, an abundance of rose bushes, and a duck pond. I found myself exhaling and feeling relaxed and deserving of the beauty and light-hearted camaraderie that was all around me. Another exhale and I was in the moment.

I was in an element that I don’t frequent often, rubbing elbows with the rich and obviously wealthy, but the atmosphere was so laid back and comfortable. My friend, the host, had invited his neighbors and to my delight, they were the friendly, lively, and fun group seated at my table.

Dinner was outstanding, and the neighbors were hilarious! I heard neighborhood stories of the elder eccentric neighbor, the neighbor who eradicated lurking undesirables from their street, and the neighborhood couple who either unknowingly or uncaringly entertains the entire canyon with screaming echos of their verbal domestic arguments (whether anyone wants to hear it or not) which is now breakfast, lunch, and dinner conversation for everyone who lives in the vicinity. Their names and location will never be disclosed by me, but I laughed all night long.

I was back home by 10:30 pm. My son and Midnight were doing fine, and that gave me a sigh of relief. I had a thoroughly entertaining evening (like dinner and a movie). I met a group of fantastic people, and I am happy I went. The outing was much-needed and enjoyed and it was worth the work.

Stepping out last night gave me more insight on my son’s level of maturity. This was his first evening home alone, and I think it was good for both of us. This was another eye opener for me, and it tells me that I have to get out more often. Believe me, I’m working on it.